At two o'clock in the morning, the streets were dead silent. I scooted down the last alley on my e-donkey, and my phone suddenly buzzed with an order notification: No. 701, Building 5, Wanfu Huiqian Building. The food was a bowl of white porridge, with the note, "Arrived at 2:30 in the morning. Hand it to me. Tip 600. If you are late, we will reject it."
The Wanfu Relocation Building has been abandoned for a long time. It is half demolished and unfinished. The broken walls and ruins are stuck in the darkness, and the windows are as dark as ghost eyes. The six hundred yuan was clutched in my hands and my hands felt hot. I gritted my teeth and rushed in with my lunch box. There was no light in the corridor, and my mobile phone and flashlight showed black fingerprints all over the wall. The steps were sticky to my feet and made a sizzling sound when I stepped on them. The musty smell penetrated my lungs.
Climbing to the seventh floor, door 701 was ajar, and the cold air leaking from the crack made the back of my neck stiff. "The takeout has arrived." I shouted, and the door creaked open halfway. It was so dark inside that it was almost impossible to see the light. A pale hand stretched out, with protruding knuckles and blue nails. When the fingertips touched the lunch box, my fingertips were numb with ice.
"Money." I stretched out my hand hurriedly, and a wad of banknotes was stuffed into my hand. The texture was brittle. I tightened my grip and turned around to run. As soon as I got down two floors, a woman chuckled from behind. It was so shrill and harsh that my scalp exploded instantly.
Riding on an electric donkey and riding around like crazy, I used the headlight to touch for money. My hands were full of yellow paper coins with wet mucus on the edges. The phone suddenly vibrated and an order prompt popped up.
